I'll never give in till you're laying with me You may as well tell me when that day will be I'll never give in till you're laying with me You may as well
I'll never give in till you're laying with me, you may as well tell me when that day will be, I'll never give in till you're laying with me, you may
I take your order please Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer Cuz my baby doesn’t take no for an answer Now I pay taxes that you never give
slicker bust checks or puff cess ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts ugh streets
like milk crates I learned from the deadly streets no regrets And I wasn't ever looking for street cred But these streets bred me to be street safe
Ive Never Had Love For The Feds But Ive Always Had Love For My Slum Im Addicted To These Streets Like A Mum Is To Her Kids So all my people In The Slum
Cause if Jay comin back then the world need Puff Emotional bond to the game I'm attached I gave most of you dudes life, now give back (give back) I'm
you leave me Soledad Walking down the streets of Nothingville Where our love was young and free Can't believe just what an empty place It has come to be I would give
hard to touch Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin with us, and plus it ain't nothin like standin on your own two So run them streets, but never let 'em run you [
it up, make it sale Fat sacs keep em' coming back, now they shop with Pelle Pelle Big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell Terroristic
you see me in the street, holla at me playa My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell
Now) If you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor [Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):] (Let's get it) I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us
you a rida (Yeah) Or just a Soul Survivor [Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):] (Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us
in my head it won't let me go Can't you see I want to find my own direction on this busy one-way street Where all the influential people never bother
counting down CHORUS Give it in or give it out We can blow it up Or we can blow it all out Get a little or get a lot It doesn't matter we'll never
I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Da da da da da I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo Verse #1 Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangster
you deader and deader A medic instead-a the cheddars and credda Settle vendetta one metal beretta from ghetto to ghetto Evidence? NOPE! Never leave a
just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me) Come and see me on the streets
